An outcry is needed for the lonely, said the man
Cry out loud out loud, he said, for those who cannot stand
Until the hungry eats and the child rests his head
Until the last is first until the truth is said
Until to the unfortunate the fortunate provide
The food of souls, the love, the love for which he died
We cannot sit at table with tearless loaf to eat
We cannot clothe our bodies with clean and bloodless sheets
We cannot label righteous any of our deeds
Until the last is first until the truth is seen.
A revolution for the lonely for the word that we must heed
A rectifying movement for the sinners most in need
Is what we must communicate to those who cannot see
Who cannot see the genocide on the corners of our streets
Who are blind to the injustices that feed off of the weak
Who are truly loved by God, the innocent and meek
An outcry is needed for the lonely said the man
Cry out loud out loud he said for those who cannot stand
An outcry is needed, is needed yesterday
For those who cannot feel who bare the deepest pain
Until the word of truth is known throughout the earth
Until the song of God is sung by every hearth
We cannot rest our bones by the quiet of the night
We cannot rest our thoughts until we’ve won the fight
The fight against the evil the pleasant pleasures nigh
The devils that we seek and pay to make us blind
We cannot sit at church and wait to pass the time
Until we’ve prayed for every soul who hasn’t crossed the line
The line to true enlightenment the freedom we must serve
Must serve until we’re captured by His glory and the word
1 2011-02-22 05:11:25
Topic: Outcry (1 replies, posted in Poems)
2 2011-02-22 05:09:39
Topic: If I could call it Mine (0 replies, posted in Poems)
If I could call it mine, my possessions and my time, my breath my everything
If it belonged to me, my actions and my deeds, and my humility
My clothes and my home and all that I own and my humanity
If I had it all, by your grace I would fall and bow down at your feet
What else could I do – all these gifts are from you – your love is all I need
If I could be a man who truly understands how to walk in Jesus’ shoes
If I could give my best and every second’s breath to remember you
For my children and my wife, if I lived my whole life to lead them all to you
If I lived it all, by your grace I would fall and bow down at your feet
What else could I do – my example is you – your love is all I need.
If I could pay you back with everything I lack if I could be like you
If I could offer pain and agony in faith just to be like you
My sorrows and my strife, if I could give up my life to hope it pleases you
If I gave it all, by your grace I would fall and bow down at your feet
What else could I do – all these gifts are from you – your love is all I need
3 2011-02-22 05:05:28
Topic: Satan on My Shoulder (4 replies, posted in Poems)
Hell’s been with me on my left shoulder
I say I’ll do better when I get older
But satan he keeps me young at heart
And I keep trying to play the part
Of the man who lives in the green abyss
Of the boy who steals his first kiss
I get older…
And Satan stands on my left shoulder
Lord won’t you help me!!!!!
Swim through the dark sea!!!
Lord won’t you help me!!!!
Find the right me!!!!
And hold her…..
I sent a prayer to heaven tonight
God please hear me, I live it right
Hell couldn’t sway me
Hell couldn’t pay me
To swim through the waters of the green abyss
To pass by the throne of righteousness
You can’t phase me….
Lord won’t you help me!!!!!
Swim through the dark sea!!!
Lord won’t you help me!!!!
Find the right me!!!!
And hold her…..
4 2011-02-22 05:03:20
Topic: Sell My Mind (0 replies, posted in Poems)
Verses: D C Am Em
Chorus: Bm F#m
I sold my mind to a tune of rhymes looking for a way to fill
The space between the lines I drive and a new way to pay the bills
See I owe my soul to the Lord above yes I owe my life to god
But I send my money on down the line I send everything I’ve got
But if there was a way to pay the taxman and the grocer
Could I still repay the days and the life that I still owe ya
And if I went away and I never got to know ya
Could I kneel and pray for change or cry upon your shoulder
(instrumental)
So I sell my mind to the butterflies and the candy at the corner store
For a reason to ignore the lies and the reasons I am living for
And I tell myself I owe my soul to the liars I’ve been working for
They give me money and I trade my time cause I need just a little more
But if there was a way to pay the taxman and the grocer
Could I still repay the days and the life that I still owe ya
I know I don’t need to be so wrapped up in distraction
But how can I relieve my grief without senseless satisfaction, senseless satisfaction
Now I cast for answers with a fishing rod in a sea of scorn and hate
With nothing but the hand of God and hope and love for bait
I ask myself how can I stay and sit around and wait
When I know the time is drawing near to meet my endless fate
But if there was a way to pay the taxman and the grocer
Could I still repay the days and the life that I still owe ya
Could you smile on me and see me lost upon the ocean
Fishing for lost years with tears cause I never got to know ya
(instrumental)
But if there was a way to pay the taxman and the grocer
Could I still repay the days and the life that I still owe ya
(optional)
But if there was a way to pay the taxman and the grocer
Could I still repay the days and the life that I still owe ya
5 2011-02-22 04:58:10
Topic: Not a song - "My Queen" (3 replies, posted in Poems)
What love hath passed upon my days
And struck my heart with faithful fancy
The moon was born to fix its gaze
Upon her eyes and shine their dancing
The sun must rise to light her face
And warm my heart with beauty's grace
A king am I in loveland's realm
But powerless upon the helm
One touch of hand does strike me weak
The same hand gives of what I seek
For the greatest gift my queen beholds
The gift of love as we grow old...
What can I say? My wife still has my heart :-)
6 2010-05-06 04:05:13
Re: To serve the server (5 replies, posted in Poems)
Old Doll,
thanks for the comment! To me, "mirrored walls" means those who live only for self and fail to see the need to help others and to show compassion to others.
7 2010-05-05 03:07:11
Topic: To serve the server (5 replies, posted in Poems)
A mindless morgue of men who walk
through concrete tombs with golden locks
And haste to serve the server's plight - To keep the locks out of sight
We've come to build a vast empire small as stones of valued mire
We've come to serve who don't exist, who charm our thoughts with iron fist and teach us self destructiveness
We've come to dream prescription sleep while babies starve and mothers weep
We close our eyes and hide our cheeks while disillusioned sleep in streets
Morning wakes, but darkness falls on those who build with mirrored walls
And heaven sets on few whose sighs are meant to silence living cries.